I really don't want to have my impressions of this place tainted by what was clearly one bad dish. The setting is wonderful, with marvelous 50s/60s memorabilia all over the walls. The service is stellar, attentive, and totally friendly, the coffee is absolutely spot on perfect and delicious, and the servings are enormous for the money. I was salivating as I watched other tables dig into servings which could easily satisfy TWO people.
An old time restauranteur once told me that you never order the Special of the Day. The reason is that the regular menu items will usually have been perfected over weeks, months or even years, while the Special can be a one-off that wasn't quite thought through or created to utilize a particular ingredient that there was lots of in stock. That is unfortunately what happened with the Southwest Hash. The typical Floyd's little potato discs were marvelous as usual and the toast was also typically huge, fresh and fantastic... but the hash itself was awful. It was like eating Styrofoam mixed with straw, so dry that literally coating it with ketchup barely made it possible to swallow. The chicken had been cooked to the point where it was almost jerky, the eggs were chunky and a really disconcerting gray colour, and the beans were slimy. The only ingredient with even a molecule of moisture was the tomato and there were barely half a dozen tiny dices of it. Really really REALLY unacceptable..
Too bad that I didn't order anything else off the menu or I would have had a great breakfast.
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